We pull

The space between us like taffy –
Together,
apart,
sticky.
The din the bar the strobe light
Illuminating then obscuring you
Oscillating your beauty and my longing
I lean to make some point
You say, I see
But I’ve forgotten what I said,
And the room has gone dark again
The music like blood in my ears
Distracted by my lips close to your cheek
I’m close enough for the smell of you
Shampoo and the dance floor film
I lean and in that inclination
The physical
(Sweet, incidental, close)
My fingers empty for the thread of your hair
My palm blank for the back of your neck
My skin drowning for the thirst
Of your lips mouth eyes
When you take my hand

Hummingbird light

(so BT, could you do the same scene in haiku, which then intertwines?)

(I have insomnia)